Walking home from a couple of errands today I detoured through two freidhöfe. Friedhof Heiligenstadt is historically the parish cemetery for the former village. Friedhof Nußdorf is one of nine cemeteries in Vienna with sites for other (non-Catholic) denomination communities. I was expecting rows and rows of German surnames in the former, and hoping for a few photo-worthy final resting places in the latter. 
Maria Hintersberger, the mandolinvirtuousin, in the parish cemetery. Unexpected for the profession of a woman,  of that era, no less, to be noted on the gravestone.
Eduard and Herta Hoesch, also in the parish cemetery. Assuming they were a married couple, Eduard, the filmmaker (?) had a good 30 years’ on Herta. I will not make any Roman Polanski analogies.
Rather personalized resting places. Not overly interesting, though.
Classic Polish surnames. I would not have expected Poles to be living in the Hapsburg Empire capital at the turn of the century.
Not so surprised to see classic Czech names, though. The Czechs migrated to Vienna at the turn of the century; plus both Czechs and Austrians have a lot in common once the language barrier is removed.
A Japanese surname, dating from 1931. In the parish cemetery. 

Zwetan Popov, likely Russian-Jewish. Married, I will assume, to a German-speaking girl with one of the top ten most popular girls names for the time. I would love to know what their life was like during WWII.

 The Rosenbergs, Herr und Frau. Maybe Jewish, but no guarantee.

Jewish? Serbian? Russian?  Maybe that explains why these sites were in Friedhof Nußdorf.

I set out to enjoy the sun and take a few photos. Two hours later, the diaspora of the Poles and the Jews and the Czechs and the Slovaks and the Russians and everyone else had my head spinning so much I now wonder if I am even Polish at all.